Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.